VESPER
Vesper tracks the necromancer’s movement with the unwavering intensity of a creature convinced it has been wronged in some abstract, personal way, tail snapping back and forth in sharp, offended strokes. His ears angle back a fraction as the parcel appears, suspicion deepening rather than easing. The paper rustles. His tail lashes once more as he watches the packet open without moving, chin lifted, eyes narrowed to bright slits as if sheer judgment might be enough to discourage whatever foolishness is about to occur. It is only when the contents spill onto the table that instinct finally overrides grievance, the sharp, unmistakable scent cutting cleanly through his irritation and lighting up every dulled sense at once. He leans forward to sniff, whiskers brushing the herbs, and then dignity abandons him entirely.
Vesper flops sideways into the pile with theatrical commitment, body melting bonelessly across the tabletop as if gravity itself has turned indulgent, paws kneading at nothing in particular while his tail switches from aggrieved to exuberant in the span of a breath. Any lingering resentment evaporates under the sheer sensory delight of it, hostility replaced by a blissed-out sprawl that would be embarrassing if he were capable of embarrassment in this form. He rolls his cheek into the catnip with a soft, satisfied sound, eyes half-lidded now, the universe abruptly restored to its proper order and no longer worth arguing with at all.
Vesper flops sideways into the pile with theatrical commitment, body melting bonelessly across the tabletop as if gravity itself has turned indulgent, paws kneading at nothing in particular while his tail switches from aggrieved to exuberant in the span of a breath. Any lingering resentment evaporates under the sheer sensory delight of it, hostility replaced by a blissed-out sprawl that would be embarrassing if he were capable of embarrassment in this form. He rolls his cheek into the catnip with a soft, satisfied sound, eyes half-lidded now, the universe abruptly restored to its proper order and no longer worth arguing with at all.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
